
Wiliam sat on the closed, he closed the bathroom door as much as possible and locked it so that Moza could not get in there. All that he did was because he did not want Moza to go into the bathroom and see the state of Wiliam is very sad. Yes, now Wiliam is crying so sad even though he does not make a sound, why the hell is crying? his sore, hairy duster was really like it was being scarred by an iron grater. Boro-boro can feel good until she spills something from her kemoceng, can come out of Moza's mouth whole alone is very grateful.
" sh..... " Siss Wiliam rose from his seat because he wanted to clean up and got out of there and went to sleep. Again, Wiliam grimaced with the pain when the grandson was hit by water coming out of the shower.
" Damn it! What is this crazy drama?! Why am I like the girl who just lost her virginity? Hmh! According to the drama that women run out the first time will be more after, right? So am I this lost virginity by Moza? " Cih! In the heart of William grumbled to himself, what virginity?! Middle school alone he already knows colai aka five-fingered sports, man there is a virgin name? Duh! Meaning virginity.
Wiliam scratched his own head, for some reason he thought about when he was anuan for the first time? Well, now that he remembered the thing, the woman who was four years older than him, the woman first teased and made Wiliam feel how good it was called body relations and became curious, then comes the desire to continue to try and try women who must be at least the same age because if it really does not suit his taste, Wiliam has no interest at all.
Tok Tok Tok
" Wiliam, are you punching soap in there? "
Wiliam gasped at Moza's voice, and what was that? Hollowing soap? What's?! Why use soap? William looked towards the soap in the bathroom that there was only liquid soap in the bottle packaging.
" Why should I punch a hole in a soap bottle? What am I lacking in work?! "
Moza scratches his nape that does not itch, even though he only talks according to the romance novel that tells about the love story of an innocent girl with a Casanova man. But why does Wiliam not understand the meaning of punching a bath soap? Uh, yes then he does not understand, in the bathroom there is no soap bars. Even if there is, Wiliam also does not lack women if to do that, right? Uh! fuckin' hell! Apparently he's wrong again.
Once out of the bathroom, Wiliam was forced to use only a towel that was coiled around his waist because he forgot to bring the smell of change in addition he was also not used to changing clothes in there.
Moza unintentionally looked towards Wiliam as soon as Wiliam came out of the bathroom and strangely the unintentional gaze made Wiliam flinch and without a stale bosa just moved his hands to protect the bull hairy hers.
***
" Bastard! " Maki Nara slowly after the process develops so that between him and Mario is finished. Damnit damnit! His waist really hurt so much that he couldn't bear to not curse when Mario was still next to him.
" Oh, I'm not so listening, what are you saying? "
Nara turned her head, she forced her smile even though she felt surprised because it turned out that Mario heard a curse that he thought only he himself could hear.
" I told you, you're good today. Although it has not made me satisfied, but at least this is good enough so I just praise it not yearya you hear ya? "
Mario stared with a strange look, but his lips smiled slanted to make Nara swallow Saliva while making up in horror and hoping for Mario no longer torment him. Enough is enough, he really is enough and can die if you have to ewita again.
" Are you actually praising or boasting because after all I try to remain unable to match your greatness? But, why am I the one who keeps moving while you're quiet like that? I almost stopped in the middle of the street because I thought I was doing that with a dead body. "
Nara bit her bottom seedling, damn she was really very embarrassed to hear that sentence. Actually at the beginning he can still compensate Mario with some style that he has learned, but the more here Mario who is like possessed by wild animals, the more, even he did not move his body just like it had been trampled by six hundred giraffes, especially if he did some style, could die standing him later.
Mario smiled in a slant with a clear look that seemed annoying to Nara.
" So you're counting my speed and stamina? Well then, now let me calculate your stamina and how fast you can learn from you and balance with you, how? "
Mucus! Nara was speechless, how could she forget that Mario was an expert at cornering someone with words? Now how should it be? Refuse in what way? Ah, anyone please! Nara's mind in the heart.
" Come Madam, please teach properly, I promise once I understand it I will be what you want me to be. " Mario dropped her innocent, unclothed body next to Nara.
Please, help me! Anyone help me! I really couldn't stand it anymore, my waist hurt, my legs were shaking badly.
" Why shut up? You can't just be good at giving theories but you can't give real examples, right? "
" ha? Haha..... Where could it be, I just remembered that I haven't returned the mother-in-law's cookbook. "
" My mom doesn't need a cookbook at night like this. "
" Ah, I just remembered that I had to lock the food storage warehouse. "
" This house has a servant who mustered all the housework. "
" Eh, I also just remembered that my grandfather is being critical and I have to go to my mother's house right now! "
" Your grandfather died six months ago. "
Nara nibbled her lower lip confused as to what else to look for. Silence, Nara seems to make Mario become so impatient. He grabs Nara's arm, says one of her thighs and suddenly Nara is already in a very adrenaline-testing position. Nara is now on top of Mario's body, and it's a pity that he has no other choice despite his life but whispers to immediately choose between heaven and hell.
A few moments later.
" Why move it slow and not as powerful as this? " Mario Protests.
" In silence! This is called a new warm-up! "
" It's been ten minutes, you want to warm up until tomorrow morning? "
Seriate.